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Mass romantic fool wears Foster Grants,
His books on tape ring true,
Like everyone wants to say "I love you" to someone on the radio (radio)

The first voice in the hollowed stars,
Now the one true loves,
And author of "My Life Among the Kids Who Go to Shows"
This is not the way

In the streetlight dawn,
In the streetlight dawn,
This street turns on

Mass romantic fool, separated by sheets when the curtain calls you,
Speaking on the themes of stolen virtue
Missing from the radio (radio)

Now this romantic duel is into the streets,
Bon appetit, you've eaten me alive you realize
This is not the way

In the streetlight dawn,
In the streetlight dawn,
This beat turns on

Mass romantic fool, separated by sheets when the curtain calls you,
Speaking on the themes of stolen virtue
Missing from the radio (radio)

Now this romantic duel is into the streets,
Bon appetit, you've eaten me alive you realize
This is not the way

In the streetlight dawn,
In the streetlight dawn,
This beat turns on

This boy's life among the electrical lights
This boy's life among the electrical lights
This boy's life among the electrical lights

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